i heard you found out what love was after you lost it. |
I remember when I used to write in this regularly, to update, at least myself, with the occurrences of my life of late. It served as a kind of semi-public facade for my justification of self. It grew ...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Apr 2009 11:59:00 GMT |
in the morning i fled, left a note and it read, "someday you will be loved." |
I currently feel impartial to the occurrences in my own life. Im not a passenger to what is taking place but seem to have little control over what is happening. When I do seem to gain control, I also...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Jan 2009 07:06:00 GMT |
hopes are only accidental |
I am preoccupied at the moment and for once, the future is taking a back seat (ironic since ucas is open for university applications... what a fool I am.)
I am thinking about now and whether...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Sep 2008 03:20:00 GMT |
Ode to self-expression |
She strokes her whiskers, offers me advice,
To "think about the beat, it's not concise"
Like poetry's a lesson I've abused.
She kicks my metaphor with shiny shoes
As if expensive heels replace those y...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Sep 2008 18:07:00 GMT |
Sive Eights |
Unpacking our love now that the battle
is over. Crying upon unwashed sheets,
riddled with our memories. Sick with all
the cards, tear-stained letters: an incomplete
history in a shoe box . Loo...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Sep 2008 18:03:00 GMT |
His name was the same as the boy I had loved |
My words, incomprehensible
even to myself but
inarticulacy is precisely
what I intend.
Youth will never hesitate;
the need to wait
is something it will not
vocalise. Simply too much pride
to be a gro...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Sep 2008 17:59:00 GMT |
Rain In Ruislip |
A charged electric carriage bound for home,the stale whiff of happy hour all tooclose for comfort. Blaming fumes of my ownon the one-trick busker snoring right througha farcical friendly "please mind ...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Sep 2008 17:58:00 GMT |
Domestic Bliss |
I haven't updated my poetry in a while, this is all Summer stuff.
Domestic Bliss
Those bloody bandages, commonplace these days,and around dinner I tell friends "they're more for effect"crunching medic...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Sep 2008 17:51:00 GMT |
alas, life goes on. |
i am a sick of how patronising he is. it makes me feel violently ill, he just doesn't have the right, not anymore. he had to get the last word, well i can only pray that my willpower allows that to be...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Aug 2008 18:08:00 GMT |
i find it relevant to share this |
i rediscovered poetry tonight.
it hurt today. my stomach sunk. he's taking her back to his house and her body will fill the bed i slept in for two years, her food will warm the dinner t...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jun 2008 02:33:00 GMT |
